Chronicles Of An Aristocrat Novels & Stories

The mirror in the closet reflected a man I barely recognized. The suit was Armani, black, cut to measure for his broad shoulders and narrow waist. The white shirt contrasted with his tanned skin. The silk tie had a discreet violet tone — a personal touch, a private joke only I would understand. The Italian shoes gleamed under the golden light. The watch on his left wrist was a Patek Philippe that cost more than most humans earned in a decade. He looked like a billionaire. He was a billionaire — technically. But beneath the suit, beneath the skin, beneath the mask of Christopher Rockefeller, he was still the demon who hunted in dark alleys and fed on desire.

i said massaging my templ "then don't get married sir "i'm sure you know i don't have a choice, you've worked with my father before you became my driver, you know dad does not give empty threat "one thing i'm sure of is that your dad will not leave you to become a pauper, he might threaten you with your company but he will never drag the family name to the mud, so he really can't do anything to destroy your public figure because it will bounce back on hi as much as henry made sense, i couldn't take that ris

As they drove up the winding driveway in the late afternoon, the sky was a bruised purple. People in tailored linen and silk wandered the courtyard. Lorenzo was waiting at the massive white doors, a glass of brandy in one hand and a thick cigar in the other. He looked every bit the aristocrat in his gold waistcoat. "Is he a Count or something?" Lanka whispered as they stepped out of the car. "His blood is bluer than the Mediterranean," Santiago replied. "His family has owned this land since the Renaissance. He’s as 'old money' as the Mafia gets."

A quartet played something elegant; laughter spread like polished glass breaking in slow motion. Evelyn’s brothers arrived through another entrance…Elias already networking, Damian calculating sight lines, Julian escorting Charlotte Reed with the kind of charm that belonged on a blade. Adrian nearly lost control of the practiced smile when he saw Charlotte. She was devastating as always, her crimson gown deliberate provocation. She approached, glass raised. “Reconciliations? How quaint,” she said. Evelyn’s smile was calm. “Miracles happen. Especially under the right light.”

he growled as he left the room, slamming the door close, heading towards the direction of the attic and the library. Meanwhile, I sat down down on a swirl chair in the mini library that housed not less than one hundred books, getting sleepy over the interesting novel I was reading when I heard Armani practically screaming my name as he approached the library. The novel was all about a young mistress in search of her missing master with the hope of a happy reunion when she finally sees him.The story was set to medivial times of old, the year seventeenth hundredths to be precise. The novel was the first thing that caught my attention when I stepped into the library. It had a fantastic silver c

Polished marble floors stretched endlessly, their surface gleaming like a frozen lake, reflecting the swirl of silks and satins as couples glided effortlessly in perfect rhyth. Some of the faces stood out—familiar figures I had seen gracing headlines or sharing fleeting moments at my own wedding. There was no mistaking their air of authority and privilege; these were the aristocrats, the untouchable elite who reigned over society from its highest echelons. Their every movement, every whispered word, was deliberate, as though they carried the weight of unseen power and secrets.

Hesitantly, Jada sank into the seat opposite him, clasping her hands in her lap as she stared at him. "Back on November 5, 1723, a war broke out between two clans. The hate stands from an old rival, the clan that has ruled our land for over four centuries... The Anistons. My great-great-great-grandfather was a king, and when some rebels from another kingdom tried to seize what was ours, Arthur Aniston and his entire family were saved by one of them and hidden by that rebel, even though the order was to kill every single royalty." Mr. Aniston paused, then leaned forward to look directly at Jada. And she couldn't tear her eyes away from his cold blue ones, her throat suddenly dry and her mouth

I slightly wipe the tears from his face then he hold my jaw closer to him and kiss me tenderlessly. Matapos noon ay naglakad na kaming dalawa mapabalik ng palasyo, habang mgkahawak kamay at nagku kwentuhan. Simula ng napunta kami dito sa Ashcroft bihira na rin kaming magka usap ka-apat. Si Harris, kasama palagi ang kaniyang lolong Punong Ministro, He’s busy and eager to know and study a lot about running the Empire since hindi niya ito nagawa noong mga bata pa sila. At kung may mga free time naman siya inuubos niya ito sa pagtuturo sa mga doktor dito ng panggagamot na kaniyang ginagawa sa Japan, at siya na ring tinuturuan ito ng mga technique. Si Tracy naman palaging kasama ang Emperatres na

Everyone I hated in the Hernandez family had become a commoner, and I was the only one still in the office. It's not enough! I want to be someone with a lot of money and power. I don't want to feel inferior any more. I still have a long way to go, but my partner has suffered a huge blow. Azariah Windsor, an aristocratic girl who grew up adored, was abandoned by her father. Her father decided to kill her and let me prepare the poisoned wine. Poor Azariah. I'll never forget the first time I saw her. Among the many noble girls, she looked pretty and glamorous, very noble. I can't take my eyes off her.

The glare intensified as he slowly walked past Mama and towards me, the air around us so thick with tension. Before he could stand right in front of me, Mama did the strangest thing. She grabbed his arm and turned him."Don't you dare go near my kids." "What the hell is wrong with you, Rylie. Do you know how tarnished our reputation will be when the whole world finds out that the sole heir of Arnold fell in f*cking love and that too with a middle class lonely traumatized woman?" His voice cut through the room, sending the air around us into a frenzy. The hatred in his voice seemed as if I was some trash who clearly didn't deserve any love or respect.